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I'm a writer, living in Bristol in the UK. I've had a handful of short stories published but I'm still working on that Holy Grail for fiction writers- securing a literary agent. So, if you're an agent or have an Auntie, Uncle, second cousin, best friend who is one...

Is it about a lady who is soon to receive the unfortunate news confronting the unfortunate word bracket she is going to fall into ?
So beautiful, so reined !
I loved learning the symbolism too. Thanks Lynn.🙂I don’t know what I typed as the screen is blank, as always.keeping my fingers crossed.🙂😀

Hadn’t thought of that, but you could be right. I confess calling the rock the Widow just popped into my head as large rocks like this are often named and it had the potential to sound creepy! Thanks for bringing an extra depth to the idea.
I’ve had one other person say the same about the comment box, yet when I go on the site myself what I type comes up. Wonder what’s happening there?

Lynn, it’s only making me a better thinker and type-r.😀😀 Please don’t say sorry as I am really awkward in the technology department.😀
What matters most is the privilege to read your uniquely exquisite stories.

It confuses me this, as I’ve tried again to comment myself and see it no problem. Have tried to search how to fix it, but not sure how I’ll know if I have when I can’t see the issue from my end. Sorry it’s so irritating

In my story I mentioned “Old Wives Lake.” This gets its name from an Indian story of a massacre, which in time became a legend: the lake was formed by the tears of the old women. (If you’re interested you can probably find it on Wiki.)

That’s a sad way for a lake to earn its name. But so often this is the kind of event places are named after. Events that stick in the memory of the people who experienced and survived them. Thanks for sharing the story Christine

What a great interpretation of the image, to picture it as an altar, a place for place tokens of prayer and hope. What a sad answer she received, although I somehow imagine she wasn’t surprised. Beautiful piece, Lynn.

Thank you Joy. Yes, whenever I see stones like this, I can’t help but think of the importance they once had in the landscape, for the people who lived by them. Some of the beliefs surrounding such monoliths continued for hundreds of years, right up to the start of the last century. Thank you for reading

Yes, isn’t it? I’ve roughly mapped out a plot for a novel all about this kind of thing, about a family who uphold the old traditions in a village (beating the bounds, wassailing, opening the back door at New Year to let the bad spirits out) but modernity is creeping on and other villages are letting the old ways slide. But these beliefs have been keeping some old evil at bay and when the lights begin to go out in these other communities, whole towns vanishing, until only our village is left to stop an oncoming, dark tide … Sigh. Another idea as yet unwritten